Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.